A Moment in Destiny

Sylvie rejected them in a disdainful and mocking tone. Kasper and the other shareholders felt embarrassed.

A touch of admiration flashed across Marley's eyes, but he did not show it.

Kasper continued, "Sylvie, please call your grandpa…"

"I'm sorry. Marley and I still have something to do! Excuse me for not keeping you company!" Sylvie interrupted him and turned to look at Marley. "You want to go out, don't you? Let's go!"

Marley turned his mysterious gaze at her and a faint smile touched his lips, "I'm sorry. I need to spend the wedding holiday with my wife. We can talk about business when I come back to the company!"

With that said, he stood up and dragged Sylvie out of the door, leaving them embarrassed.

When they walked out of the door, she tried to withdraw her hand.

Marley did not let go, continued to take her hand, and walked toward the lawn. He didn't let go until those people left.

As soon as Sylvie saw them walking away, she said to him, "Sorry, I have something to do. I have to go out first!"

"How dare you!" Marley shouted angrily and frightened Sylvie.

She didn't know what was wrong with him. She had pretended to be close with him. What was he doing?

Marley held her wrist with one hand and approached her coldly. He pinched Sylvie's chin with the other and lifted her head. Sylvie had to look at him.

"How could you talk nonsense today?" He was angry and rebuked.

Sylvie was stunned and put on a self-mocking look. It turned out that she shouldn't have helped him. Her chin hurt, green and purple, but she didn't feel painful. She just looked into his eyes and didn't care about his anger. She said calmly, "If you think that I should not mind your business, I will keep silent next time. You can let go of me!"

"Next time?" Marley put on a scornful smile.

Sylvie no longer said anything, but looked at him coldly.

"It is not your turn to meddle in the affairs of the Mccarthy. Even if the Mccarthy family lends money to me, don't expect me to appreciate you!"

was such a proud man. So, he was blaming her for disgracing him. After all, it was a shame for him to help the

Marley looked at her coldly. Their gaze met

to see the pity in her eyes, which

never want you to

little pale but was still beautiful without any make-up. Moist lips were under her straight nose. She looked pitiful and proud. Her

she was not the daughter of the Mccarthy family or didn't marry him, perhaps she would have a husband who loved her and cared about

because he would not give such a vicious woman

and went to the residential building that she designed. When she opened the door, she saw a house with a new look. The sunlight shed through large French window.

her an apartment of about one hundred square meters with three bedrooms, one living room and one kitchen. The apartment was well located. The decoration of the house met her needs very well.

sofa helped her get close to nature. Sylvie walked to the sofa, sat down and sighed. This was her home! Ryan was so careful that

study, bedroom and living room were decorated well. She could move in immediately. She went to

took a bath, change her clothes and went out of the bathroom. She heard the phone ring when she wiped her

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Sylvie was stunned, "No!"

to her apartment as soon as she went

the family home. I want to tell

"Now?"

"Yes!"

putting the phone down, Sylvie fixed her wet

the study of

saw Sylvie's bruised chin with a sharp gaze and asked bluntly,

I wish you would not interfere in our problems

by marriage. She married Marley to help him overcome difficulties. She didn't care about

I'm your grandpa. I can stand up for you. If he is not nice with you, I can teach

nodded. "He is nice

of the time, everyone did things for

down and said, "I want you to be Marley's secretary for half

Sylvie asked in

money, and he teaches you how to do

I am just a whore's daughter. I am of humble origin and cannot bear the responsibilities! Why do you always want